What's wrong with you, you stupid child, don't you think that I'm the one you're waiting to see?
Don't talk too much 'cause she falls for the suckers, makes her feel everything is secure
Don't ever leave a footprint on the floor
Chorus: Don't bother with the local girls, don't bother with the local girls
They don't bother me
She's probably half-wit, she must be straight,
or bound to have a mother who knows nothing but hate
Don't want to love her, I'd rather knock her down
Standing at the busstop where she waits each morning
So isolated that she thinks that the army is the place where a man ought to be
Don't bother with them, they don't bother me
Chorus
They got the walk, they got the talk, right down without a flaw
At 6:00 I got to stop my dreaming at the counter of the store
Chorus
Without a doubt I got to intercept, must be time someone ran and shouted intheir head
You look all right in the cheap print dress,
but everytime you swish it 'round you make me disappear
I'm aware of exactly what I'm doing, making everything a mystery
Don't bother with it, it don't bother me
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